We miss so much out of life if we don't love. The more we love the…

Gilbert was friendly—very friendly—far too friendly....But Anne no longer found it satisfying. The rose of love made the blossom of friendship pale and scentless by contrast. Ch. 41

What a comfort one familiar face is in a howling wilderness of strangers!

But she lay long awake that night, nor did she wish for sleep. Her waking fancies were more alluring than any vision of dreamland. Had the real Prince come at last? Recalling those glorious dark eyes which had gazed so deeply into her own, …

But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.

She found, however, that revenge hurts nobody quite so much as the one who tries to inflict it.

Life had taught her to be brave, to be patient, to love, to forgive.